A Little Something About That Wonderful Whirring Feeling You know, there are days in the workshop when the air practically hums with a particular sort of magic. It’s not just the whirring of the polishing wheel or the gentle tap-tap of a hammer against metal; it’s that subtle energy that only comes when an idea, born from a quiet moment of reflection, truly starts to take shape. I was enjoying a proper cuppa one blustery afternoon, watching the rain dance on the windowpane, when the sheer beauty of nature’s imperfections suddenly hit me. I mean, truly hit me. I was thinking about how each tree...
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